Hi guys,
Hmm was gonna introduce myself but I'll tell you all about my first day out in my bocks... which was today.
Should tell you all you need to know about me, lol!
Well after a week languishing in their box while I slowly died of flu, I felt well enough to for a stroll in my "nearly new" bocks. (Powerisers, not projumps... what do I know eh?)
I'm an old git of 41, so was covered in every bit of armour I could find! Head, wrists, knees, motocross back/shoulder/elbows & looking like a total muppet with my long wooden broom handle clutched for stability.
After a few tottery steps around the back yard I felt confident enough to go for stroll down to the river (The quiet road from Ham down to Canbury Gardens if you know the area...), and having got to the gardens with no great problems went for a stroll, even breaking into a gentle jog to the delight of the schoolkids wolfwhistling across the river.
Now, I've lived in London for 30 odd years, and I have never had a dozen complete strangers stop to chat with me before (Hard to believe I know!), I felt so chirpy from all the attention that after half hour of tottering around the gardens a couple of likely lads on bikes asked if I wanted a race,
Did I...
a) Say no thanks lads, I'm still tottering about like a newborn lamb who's just being wheened of a £200 a day crack habit?
b) Tell em to bugger off and annoy someone else?
c) In spite of not being that fit, recovering from flu and being old enough to know better, take off sprinting up the road like a gazelle with it's arse on fire?
Yup.
So as I accelerated away from them to their cries of "bloody hell look at that!", I reached what turned out to be terminal velocity, I made the mistake of sprinting "normally" and not lifting my trailing leg properly... splat! (Btw where's the smiley for a face-plant?)
Face first down the road with about 3m of skidmarks from all that lovely armour behind me... roflol
Whats that they say about old Badgers & new tricks?
Thankfully the chavvy bikers (aided by my trusty broom handle) stopped to help me up, or I'd probably still be there! They were so shocked they even forgot to mug me or put a few slaps in while I was down
Shoulder & pride sore but nothing broken (Typically I landed on my left side which has a weak shoulder from years of crashing motorbikes), hot shower & some ibufprofen should do me shoulder the world of good!
Anyone got any painkillers? lol
Note to self; Next time use answer a)
All the best,
Clive (Not that one!) aka Badger, wannabee Surrey Springer acolyte
